He slept with my colleague
I know the answer to this, I'm just really having trouble processing how I can ever trust men or believe in love or any of that stuff again.
I went through a pretty brutal breakup about a year ago. It's been probably the toughest year of my life emotionally as a result. I've taken myself out of the dating scene for the most part ever since, I've rebuffed advances and just generally not been interested in anything with anyone.
I met a guy at a work conference about a year ago. We got on pretty well, were both the only two Irish people at the event, so there was the usual banter. In the ensuing year he became a client of mine so the relationship has always been professional, but always with that bit of banter. This year's conference rolled around and I saw him again, this time I brought along a new colleague of mine that recently joined my team.
We all got on, it was a great event professionally, and on the very last night this guy started messaging me asking me to come out, he likes me so much, he's had a thing for me since that first conference and only having the balls to say anything now, I intimidate him a little, he generally thinks I'm beautiful and amazing and all that stuff.
Nothing happened, but we started texting a lot and he asked me out on a date. We live in different cities and he asked me to meet in Paris (halfway) last weekend. I was undecided about how I felt about him, but knew we get on really well, we had lots in common, I was single...why not? So we met, it was by all accounts wonderful. He really made an effort with the restaurant, we kissed by the Eiffel tower, spent the night with each other because he "just wanted to spend the night with me" (no sex) and spent the next day walking around Paris hand in hand. it was like a fcuking movie lads. We sat on a park bench for hours, talking about what we'd been through, his mother dying when he was a kid, my sibling falling ill, my breakup, everything.
He couldn't stress enough how he wanted to see me again, he had a plan, he saw a future with me, he was so happy to finally get to spend time with me. Anyway, fast forward to yesterday. That same colleague that accompanied me to the event this year saw his name come up on my phone. She asked to meet for a drink after work. And she told me they hooked up at the event a few weeks before (and the night before he basically declared these big feelings for me). He messaged her and asked her to meet up late that night, they hooked up in the lift, she brought him back to her hotel room. I actually laughed when she told me, it's so surreal and absurd. This sort of thing has never happened to me before - what sort of sociopath do you need to be, like?!!
Not only that, but they had made plans to meet in another European city this weekend!????! He messaged that morning the day after we had both gotten back from Paris telling her he couldn't meet her, things had changed, he now has feelings for someone so it wouldn't be fair etc. This is the point that she saw his name on my phone and put two and two together. She asked him if he had feelings for me, he said yes. She asked him if he had slept with me too at the event, he said no. "Nothing is happening, but I have feelings for her and care about her and it wouldn't be fair."
I went to town on the prick, told him exactly what I thought of him and his entire defence was how he didn't think anything would happen between us but "Paris changed everything", he just wanted to hang out with me in Paris and it was just sex with my colleague, he made an error in judgement but was single and didn't see the harm.
To put in context, my colleague is quite promiscuous and casual sex doesn't mean a lot to her (and fair play to her), but we're good mates and I really value her honesty in all of this. As a result we'll probably have an even better friendship which is great. I'd be the opposite in that respect and am just glad I never slept with the fcuking pr1ck.
What I'm really struggling with is the emotional setback from all of this. I woke up this morning and cried for hours, I'm currently sat in the airport waiting for a flight to yet another country and the tears keep welling up. To make things harder, I saw my ex last night for the first time in months, in the midst of all of this, we told each other we still loved each other, he's doing well generally (a lot better than me!), has been seeing a therapist, dealing with his issues, etc. I know I'm really not helping myself here but I feel so fcuking broken lads, all of the heartache and pain have come back up again and being absolutely played in the most embarrassing way by this absolute pleb is digging up all of these new pains and insecurities too.
I guess I'm really just wondering if anyone has come through this sort of shyte before? How do I get through this? How do I not take to heart how badly I've been treated by a guy that seemed so genuine, how do I get over my ex, how do I ever believe and trust in love and relationships again?
Sorry for the thesis. All over the place at the moment.